Yesterday I had this opportunity to be overcome by sleep; I slept like a crow stuck by lightning. Amazingly I had no dreams otherwise nightmares are the norm.
In my 3rd or 4th grade I had miss Rodney take math. I always thought she was from Venus or someplace, she had that alienist figure and look, ya know that big head ‘n small body and mathematical capabilities subduing the irritating cry that coincided with my sleep. Into the sight of slumber if you peep thy shall find inconceivable admonitions of the weird sort that do have the capability to enthrall one and all. As of then I used to be so rowed up in obliging the funny and weird images flowing through my upper chamber.
I always imagined myself to be a human pioneer perfect no flaws but the dreaming part, I thought; was a characteristic of great people unusually finding things that always amuse me- my thoughts.All the way we are prey to the prying eyes of beings who hate us and are keen on harming us. I’d rather be a difficult person than the easygoing lot to avoid taken advantage of but having to possess affection is virtuous. Having to go out of the way for ones you care is more fun.